Pickles and Prackles
Prickles and prackles
Arizona cacti living her truth
Soaking up the sun
Twirling it in her mind
Saturating her body
Prickly not tickly
Mexican flowers enjoying the desert
Sitting in the sun
Taking her time
Sunbathing nude
Children running toward her
With open arms
And tiny soft fingers
The first time
Wanting to touch her yellow buds
And cheerful prickles
Until they do
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
